"Chuzhie stihi" is "Somebody Else's Poetry" in Russian. The choice is hectic; the poems are posted absolutely voluntarily, according to my taste and daily impressions. Many of them I know by heart, regularly murmuring them in the course of my daydreaming, but often I fish out of the Net peculiar verses that tune into my current mood.
пятница, ноября 12, 2004
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
James Leigh Hunt ca.1830
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It is charming and intriguing because one can imagine any boy and girl one wishes.
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It is charming and intriguing because one can imagine any boy and girl one wishes.
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